Oh Marcel

chapter 13

" Hey look its The Hulk!" I popular boy screamed.  Everyone laughed.  I held my books closer to my chest and walked down the hall.  I finished all my classes and I could finally go home.  I stopped at my locker to get everything together.  

" Hey so you going home?" 

I put my books in my backpack and closed my locker.  " Oh yeah I am...god I actully thought people were going to forget," I said with anger taking over my voice.  I started to walk down the corridor, and Scarlett was trying to keep up with me.

" Well you have to admitt you did leave a mark on people the night of that party," She said. 

" Wait are you kidding me, your actully siding with everyone else?" I asked trying not to yell. 

" No of course not. I'm just saying that it was a really scary moment for everyone," She said looking down at her shoes.  Her face was getting really red.  

We stopped by the office and told them that we finished all of our classes.  They checked our scheduals to make sure we were right and then let us go.  I walked fast out of the door and Scarlett was  still trying to talk to me.  

" Marcel... Marcel, I'm sorry I didn't mean to get you mad. I jus-" Scarlett yelled. 

" You know what I don't care, I'm just... I'm tired of being made fun of for somthing that happened in the past," I finally said and hopped into my car.  She stood there and didn't get into her car.  All she did was watch me drive away.  I couldn't see her, nor did I want to . 

I fianlly got home and there were no cars in the drive way.  I hobbled inside and threw my bag on the table.  Everything was irritating, anything a person could say was irritating.  I wasn't so much mad at Scarlett I was more mad at the fact people can't move on with there lives.  They dwell on things that don't matter anymore.  People freak out and people get completly mad, but why can't people understand that everyone is different.  I took my phone out of my pocket and there were no messages.  I felt the earge to call my best friend, but somthing in me couldn't let me do it.  I threw my glasses and phone on the table.  I ran up to my room and slammed the door. I  started pacing when I figuared out the there had to be another way to deal with anger.  Under my bed I kept about four canvases, a few bottles of paint, and about two old paint brushes. I grabbed the supplies and headed down stairs.  Before I left the house I picked up my glasses, but didn't bother to grab my phone. 

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After about an hour of driving, and driving I found the perfect spot.  The perfect place to pour my feelings on a canvas.  There was this perfect spot that had very many trees and had a small pond.  It was almost a little forest, but not as dark or deep.  I sat down on the soft, perfectly green grass.  Everything was peaceful.  The birds were chirping and the warm sun was shinning.  I had an extra bottle of water and a little old yogert cup to dip my brush into.  I started to paint everything I saw.  I had to have been there for about two hours when I relized that I can go anywhere I want, but I wont matter unless I get all of my problems fixed.  I put my old, stained brushes into the cup and picked up my painting.  It wasn't quite dried so I walked carefully to my car.  I hopped in and knew I had to make things right with my best friend.  

ABOUT AN HOUR OF DRIVING IN THE SAME LONLY CAR

 I pulled in and there was a car in the drive way.  I recoginzed it, wel how could I forget it? It was my mum very expensive car she has saved up for all her adult life to buy.  I got in and I didn't see her.  Usually she was in her room or watch to televsion.  I slammed the door and my phone was in the same place I left it.  Yet again there were still no messages to look forward to.  I picked it up and sat down at the table.  I went into my conctact list and found Scarletts name.  She has stolen my phone and many times tried to changer her name to: Most amazing person in the whole intirer world :).  And every time I changed it back to Scarlett.  I liked her name it was a name I could not, and will not forget as long as I live.  I clicked on her name and pressed the call button.  It rung, and rung, and finally I thought she wasn't going to answer the freaking phone.  

" What Marcel! Because if your calling to make a stupid, cheesy apology I seriously don't want to hear it.  Ok so just don't," She exclaimed and sighed. 

At first I thought about it, and she was right.  Anytime we fought it was always like this bad things would happen, one of us would get pissed, then after a whilst one of us would apologize, and we would pretened nothng happened.  Then the cycle would happen again.  

I quickly spoke, because I know that she was cross, and if I wait to long she would give up.  " Scarlett meet me at my house in five minutes," I said nervously. 

" No I'm not go-"

" Just please," I pleaded. 

" Whatever," She said and hung up quickly. 

My mum came down the stairs and she did not look very happy, More depressed or sad.  " Hey how was your first day of school?" She asked trying to look less knackard. 

" Are you okay?" I asked changing the subject.  She sat down next to me and sighed. 

" I had a meeting with the attorney and your father, things were said that shouldn't have, and at the end he said he wanted to see you before the divorce was finall," She explained slowly. 

" Wait what, no mum i don't and will not see that man," I argued. '

" I know love, but he is your father and it would be the right thing to do," She said laying her head on her hand. 

" I know he is, but I don't want to beleive he is," I mumbled. 

" I know, but if it wern't for him I wouldn't have the best thing that has ever happened to me," She said putting her hand on my cheek.  

I smiled because I love her, but I also wanted to hurt my so called "father".  In the corner of my eye I looked out the window and saw an old worn down truck sitting in my drive way.  I kissed my mums forehead and walked as fast as I could outside. 

Scarlett got out of her car and looked very I mean extreamly angry.  Though looking at her she also looked very sad.  Like as if she hasn't laughed in ages.  She walked toward me and her flawless face was getting redder and redder. 

" You freaking son of a bitch!" She yelled and started punching my chest.  It didn't hurt, but it hurt me to see her angry.  " How does the smartest and most intellectual man I know be such a dooche," she screamed.  A tear was starting to come from her eyes.  

" Shh Scarlett will you please shut up and let me talk!" I screamed over her anger. 

" I will not let you talk, you think its okay to let other people feel bad when you feel bad, thats, thats insane," She said as she stopped punching me. 

" No of course not, but seriously can you let me say somthing?" I questioned. She crossed her arms slouched in her hip.   

" You don't understand what its like to have people you barrley know, look at you like your mad," I stated.  Her face got slightly less red and I could see sympathy taking over her emotions. She sat down on the concreat, next to her truck.  I sat dwon next to her and everything was quiet. 

" Is that what happened?" She asked.

" Yeah the poeple at our school are ass holes,  ever since the inccident they look at me as a mentally insane mental patient." 

" I don't think your that mad, maybe a little, but not completly," Scarlett confessed.  " What are we going to do about this?" 

" I don't know.  Sending me away doesn't help, staying here doesn't help..." I sighed. 

" I think this year both of us need to stop thinking about how other people feel and just think about how we feel,"  she said getting very inspirational.  

" Your right, but most of the time you are," I said giving in. 

" No I'm not."  She turned her head and looked at the beautiful sunset.  Unfortantly I missed it looking at her.